Social Anxiety


I close my eyes

Such wonders dance behind them

As would set this world free

But they must first be free

And I cannot let them out

The walls will not give way

I fear I shall be trapped here too

This prison in my head

I never speak for fear of being heard

Nor move for fear of being seen

The box is shrinking, closing in

It is frailer than I, but more pliable

I live in a bubble-thin shell of black glass

Each day it cracks more and more

Soon it will shatter and fall away

And I will be lost


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